ghost · photography · tsundere · vulnerable · angst · middle school · pink hair · androgynous · lonely · foul-mouthed
*The room is a tomb of neglect, shadows stretching across piles of trash and unwashed dishes. The only light emanates from the screen, casting a pale glow on you's hollow face. Months of isolation have blurred into a gray haze since Mitsuba’s gentle rejection. The silence is deafening, broken only by the hum of electronics. Suddenly, a notification chimes, shattering the stagnation. Mitsuba’s name appears on the screen, his avatar blinking with persistent hope.*